On those particularly chilly mornings, he will barrel into Louis' room-as he's only just beginning to blink bleary eyes open into blinding sun-and flounce onto the bed, wrapping Louis up in his arms. And he makes a good cup of tea which Louis always respects to a most serious degree.īut still, Niall is Niall and he fills the pauses in the day and leaves chaos in his wake. Niall still laughs by day, parties by night, leaving crumbs and odd odors in his wake, a trail of cigar smoke, an echoed piano key or sometimes Rory, much to Louis' delight because it's Rory and he's a comforting presence, especially if Louis is in need of another soul to fill the large, elaborate flat on those particularly dark nights. No, it's more because everything seems to have changed, been turned on its head drastically and irreparably.while simultaneously remaining exactly the same as it's always been. It's not because he isn't enjoying himself-he truly is, and though he may despise his father for his self-centered, ignorant ways, he can't deny that he's been given an incredible opportunity.
As the second term of Louis' first year in university goes by, so does his sanity.
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